[In this, he feels perfectly confident contradicting her directly - knows instinctively that it's the right thing, because since when has should have ever made anything better for anyone?]
There isn't any should have, there's only what is. However you react to it, whatever's right for you to think and feel about it - that's the correct response. I'm sick and tired of people trying to act as though they're not angry and afraid when they are, Izabel; why do you think you're so important to me? You lie, but not about that. You aren't ashamed of yourself. Don't start that now.
[He takes a deep breath, too, and wishes fruitlessly for a moment that he and Izabel could touch Gold Experience at the same time. At least in that way, they could be a circuit, connected physically through it. He wishes he could hold her now.]
I do want to tell you. I wanted to tell you before. It's just that it's not only my story - it's a tangled mess, and sometimes I hold myself back from telling it because that's a convenient excuse, not sharing someone else's secrets. But--
[Glancing up through his lashes (which were the strangest thing to get used to, when they changed from dark to light; it was easier, much, to make them dark again every morning than to be reminded of the shift from Haruno to Giorno all day, every day), he gives her a smile, weaker than usual, but still all for her.]
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[In this, he feels perfectly confident contradicting her directly - knows instinctively that it's the right thing, because since when has should have ever made anything better for anyone?]
There isn't any should have, there's only what is. However you react to it, whatever's right for you to think and feel about it - that's the correct response. I'm sick and tired of people trying to act as though they're not angry and afraid when they are, Izabel; why do you think you're so important to me? You lie, but not about that. You aren't ashamed of yourself. Don't start that now.
[He takes a deep breath, too, and wishes fruitlessly for a moment that he and Izabel could touch Gold Experience at the same time. At least in that way, they could be a circuit, connected physically through it. He wishes he could hold her now.]
I do want to tell you. I wanted to tell you before. It's just that it's not only my story - it's a tangled mess, and sometimes I hold myself back from telling it because that's a convenient excuse, not sharing someone else's secrets. But--
[Glancing up through his lashes (which were the strangest thing to get used to, when they changed from dark to light; it was easier, much, to make them dark again every morning than to be reminded of the shift from Haruno to Giorno all day, every day), he gives her a smile, weaker than usual, but still all for her.]
Do you want to play a guessing game, commaruccia?